“You must have-” The sound of a gong interrupted kata’s statement, and both pura and noma straightened up. “That’s the signal for dinner,”...said noma, “Have you got the salad dressed?” “Here,” said kata. “Good. Now carry it in gracefully, like a pleasure slave,” said noma, lifting the tureen of stir-fry that seemed almost impossibly huge for her tiny arms to carry. kata considered asking whether she could help, but decided not to. Even slaves had their pride. Instead, she bore the salad bowl. It was disgusting, allowing the man to put his dick in her butt. The sixteen-year old knew friends who had done it, mostly to let their boyfriends cum in them without getting pregnant. The idea sounded horrible, painful, not something you would do to someone you loved, not the right hole to penetrate for pleasure.A long, loud moan was clear to Lauren's ears. Her mother's voice came through clearer, breathless, "yes ... finger my ass ... that's it ... God, Gio ... God ... I dunno ... your. It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. It was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of the sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its name in soft of a goofy tone that Vivian couldn’t help but smile a little at.“Where are you?” Vivian asked.I’m all around you, here, see? Suddenly, the shadow directly in front of her moved. It crawled up the stone bricks of. “I didn’t mean to surprise you, but I saw you take a rather large snowball to the face and you looked like you could use some help.” He took her hand and lifted her from the ground. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was dangerously charming. “Let me carry them for you. I don’t want to see you falling down again.” His breath smelled delicious like he had just sucked on a candy cane. She felt her body temperature increasing. “That’s alright; you don’t have to do that.” “But I want to,”.